Commitment to Live and Survive

Last Sunday evening, I went with my life partner shopping at a neighborhood market in Phnom Penh named Tuol Tom Pong normally referred to nonnatives and travelers as Russian Market.

We didn't actually go into the business sector, however shopped at the stores around the business sector for around 30 minutes when it began to rain like crazy. Along these lines, we needed to look for safe house under the top of a close-by level so as to abstain from getting drenched up by the downpour.

In the wake of sitting unmoving for 60 minutes, we started to feel hungry. We couldn't leave the rooftop on the grounds that the downpour was so overwhelming and in light of the fact that we didn't have any downpour coat as we were riding motorbike then. Along these lines, we searched for any road snacks that we could discover. Abruptly, we saw an evidently moderately aged Vietnamese lady pushing the carriage joined with a major umbrella to shield her from the downpour and stacked with no less than 40lbs of rice, bean, coconut tissue, and numerous different fixings to make a sort of Vietnamese cake named "Soy", phonetically like a Khmer word signifying 'unfortunate'.

At that point, we called her to stop by yelling "Soy". She heard it and most sufficiently likely ceased her carriage. We motioned to her with a "V" hand sign to show that we needed two cakes.

In the wake of making the cakes, the woman - strolling with uncovered feet in light of the fact that the shoes were utilized to hinder the wheels of the carriage from moving fiercely in the road and wearing very easygoing garments - took the cakes to us. In the trade for the cakes, I asked her in Khmer dialect the amount I would need to pay her. Amazingly, she began muttering with broken Khmer dialect that we familiar Khmer speakers were not ready to get it. Along these lines, to make herself comprehended, she gave us the "V" hand flag that the cakes cost us 2000 Khmer riels or 50 US pennies.

What do you think we did in the wake of purchasing the cakes? Definitely, we spent around 1 hour talking about how the hell the woman could bring home the bacon in Cambodia without knowing the dialect.

Vietnamese migration to Cambodia

Indeed, the woman that my life partner and I saw was only a case of how Vietnamese individuals have been bringing home the bacon in Cambodia. Over the previous years, there have been an impressive number of Vietnamese coming to Cambodia keeping in mind the end goal to live and survive.

What is so weird about them is that a large portion of these individuals are very little mindful of Cambodian society or dialect at all before they choose to go to the nation. It resembles they settle on the choice by saying "We should go and see what is happening over yonder".

They come, live as a gathering in a group, and don't want to flawlessness ize their Khmer dialect with the goal that they can consolidate effortlessly to the way of life. Rather, they simply do the business by offering things or doing whatever they can to live.

These Vietnamese individuals chip away at such a large number of occupations from low class to high class verging on like Cambodian individuals. Yet, what you would not discover about these individuals is that they don't ask for cash. (Perhaps I have not seen Vietnamese poor people in Cambodia yet).

Without pre-knowing individuals in Cambodia and Khmer dialect appropriately, it's logical to the point that some of these needy individuals ought to ask for cash. Be that as it may, they don't. They work even on some of most low-class occupations ever, for example, grabbing waste, cleaning shoes, reestablishing the sewage framework, offering road sustenances with no particular area, and so forth.

Have they no decision?

Seeing these Vietnamese individuals working is so moving. They are those who lack wealth however they battle back against their life fate. They are poor however they don't give in. The reason that they are motivational is on the grounds that I have seen a comparable situation which is so de-rousing and some way or another de-adapting, and the situation is about individuals, for example, poor people who have options however pick not to utilize the decisions they have.

In my life, I have seen such a variety of sorts of homeless people, for example, the individuals who are old and debilitated, the individuals who are old yet claim to be wiped out, the individuals who are youthful and wiped out, the individuals who are youthful yet put on a show to be wiped out, the individuals who are lethargic, the individuals who are competent, and so on. There are such a variety of sorts that I think that its difficult, in all seriousness, every one of them not on the grounds that they are hobos, but rather on the grounds that they get to be homeless people without attempting to accomplish something else.

I'm a Cambodian national, and I feel so embarrassed to see Khmer individuals asking for cash either from other Khmer individuals or outsiders. At whatever point I venture out abroad, for example, to Vietnam and Thailand, I feel so difficult to see Khmer homeless people there. I feel the agony not on account of they minimization Khmer notoriety but rather on the grounds that I don't comprehend why they settle on such an existence choice.

I totally comprehend that some of them are constrained by life and never truly need to do such things unless they have basic conditions as can be reflected from the motion picture "Slumdog Millionaire" portraying poor and destitute Indian kids whose life is deceived and pulverized by huge siblings.

Be that as it may, what I don't comprehend is that 'do they truly have no way out?' Why wouldn't they be able to do like the Vietnamese who come to Cambodia to work, not ask?

Is asking a decent business?

I have heard some poor people asserting that asking is a decent approach to bring home the bacon and superior to anything chipping away at low-class occupations as specified before. What do you think?

By and by I would be puzzled on the off chance that I were in a discussion with individuals who really trust that asking to live is a decent in light of the fact that I truly can't see the estimation of life when a man can't wear any pleasant garments or eat decent nourishment since they won't get cash regardless of the possibility that they ask when they look decent or fat.

What's more, I am additionally so debilitated and tired to see homeless people utilizing their youngsters, as little and youthful as 1 or 2 years of age, to help them win more cash from asking since children draw in more sensitivity. Some coldblooded bums who are for the most part dependent on liquor or betting even teach and prepare their youngsters to ask with the goal that they have cash to drink and bet. Without even an opportunity to go to class for instruction, the children will naturally take after their folks' ways, subsequently getting to be hobos or even cheats. This is one situation of the cycle of destitution.

What have I learnt from the "Soy" woman and the homeless people?

Without a doubt the Vietnamese woman taught me a great deal about battle and responsibility. In life, we some of the time don't need to have all the green lights with a specific end goal to a move. Rather, we move one green light at once. With consistence, diligence and normal energy, we most sufficiently likely will succeed.

When we are sufficiently lucky to wake up ordinary, we as a whole have options. Yet, the majority of us underestimate these decisions and put on a show to have no opportunity to consider these decisions, in this way making us doing likewise things again and again despite the fact that we realize that these things won't lead us to no place palatable. In this way, all together no to take after the strides of hobos, we as a whole ought to begin to utilize our perfect blessing called "cerebrum" to consider things that we truly need to do and that can have a major effect for ourselves and the general public.